This is a song about "Having dreams about u is it telling on u"

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

U cant feel my pain but hear about it in my words

Baby i’mma mess, mess

That's all u need is death

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I aint going hard on u....

Cause when i make this stew

Yes u better believe it

And i must admit

Act like u swipe somethin, but u put it back on that shelf/

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself